Well we went grocery shopping last night. Looking at our cart I was proud of myself. My plan for dinner last night changed. I was going to make Taco Salad. Well Big Man said he needed to run out and get something. I tell him I will start dinner when he gets back.
Well when he gets back I have no reason to start dinner. He comes home with MacDonalds....
Um what is he thinking?
"Well you have done so good on your diet that I thought you deserved a reward" Ok I can deal with this no big deal.... Until I see what he got me.
One of those Angus 1/3 pounders with a LARGE french fry and LARGE Dr. Pepper. Thinking about it now, I should have cut burger in half, and eaten about 1/4 of the fries and put the soda in the fridge for him later.
I eat the whole dang thing. Once I start I can't stop. I even realize about half way through I should stop but I just can't.
So this is a learning experience:
My body is finally recognizing proper eating cues. It is starting to develop a point where it knows to stop before becoming "stuffed". I just need to get my brain on board.
Oh well one day off the wagon won't kill me.